Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.